Re: BRING OUT YOUR DEAD (Part Whatever)
Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: "Clete, you tell him. Sectionals of '33, one point down. Five, four, three, two, one, let 'er fly... in and out. Yeah, well, I was fouled..."
We're gonna run the picket fence at 'em.
Don't be standing around watching the paint dry.
Wilbur 'Shooter' Flatch: "Clete, you tell him. Sectionals of '33, one point down. Five, four, three, two, one, let 'er fly... in and out. Yeah, well, I was fouled..."